Author's Note: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! ) I'm so glad everyone likes this idea! Here is the next chapter! There have been so many people questioning who is aware of who they're writing to...I'll let the story speak for itself, besides the few people I have already told! What do you think? Who knows who they're writing to?

"Morning Dad," I responded, watching him rush toward the door. "Hey dad, wait," I said suddenly remembering something.

"Yeah?" he paused, looking anxious.

"Can you not open my window anymore? It gets way too cold in there, and it wakes me up," Thinking that would be the end of the conversation, I turned my back to him to grab some fruit from the counter.

"I haven't touched your window Isabella?" I heard him say. "Have a great day!" And with that he was gone.

4

After Charlie left, I didn't think much of his statement about my window. He really must have just forgotten. Sometimes I did catch him sleepwalking. One time, he woke me up at 3:00 in the morning just to give me a glass of water.

"Dad, I didn't ask for a glass of water, what are you doing, it's the middle of the night?"

"Oh sorry," he mumbled in apology. And then ten minutes later he brought me up a loaf of bread. Needless to say, him forgetting about opening my window was definitely possible.

I sat at the kitchen table, munching an apple until I heard Rosalie's horn outside. I grabbed my bag, checked that I had my letter, and bounced out the door, looking forward to the day ahead. Plus, it was Friday, so we could do something fun tonight! I hopped in the car, and we were off.

We pulled into the school parking lot, much more carefully this time in order to avoid a repeat of yesterday. I don't think I had ever seen Rose drive so cautiously.

We parked towards the front, and made our way into the mini gym to distribute our letters. It was packed. There were so many people in there that I could barely move. Was he in here right now?, I thought as boys were passing me left and right. Some were familiar faces but there were some I had never really paid attention to. That's all that was running through my mind as I quickly dropped in his letter, and then made a bee line for the exit.

I fidgeted all throughout my next class. I couldn't help but wonder if he had already gotten my note. I knew it was a bit silly, but he could have read it and written back in one period right? I forced myself to wait one more class until I went back and checked.

As I headed into the mini gym for the second time that day, I noticed there was something odd in my box. I gasped loudly once I got a closer look. I slowly reached inside and pulled out a large bag of chocolate kisses. I let out a huff of shocked laughter as I stared at the bag of candy. I remembered telling Gentleman in my last note that they were my favorite, but that was only two periods ago! How did he get a bag of these so fast? I quickly put the candy in my backpack, grabbed the note that was attached to it, and made my way to my next class, grinning madly.

Once I sat down, I pulled out the candy and unfolded my letter.

Blushing Beauty,

I hope this was the candy you were talking about. I have to be honest and admit that I have been thinking about you non stop. There is something about you, from your letters of course, that I really like. I want to get to know more about you, everything I can. Just answer me one question, what do you look for in a man?

Waiting anxiously for your next letter,

Gentleman, Box #99

My stomach was fluttering with butterflies at the word man. What should I say? What type of man did I like? I didn't even know myself. I mean, I had never had a boyfriend before. I don't think I had ever even seriously liked anyone. I decided I would give myself until the end of the day to come up with a response. Hopefully Rose and Alice would be able to help me during lunch.

So once the lunch bell rang, I raced out the room and into the cafeteria. I plopped down at my usual table, only to see Rose already writing her own note, a huge smile on her face.

"How's 'Built For You' today?" I asked her, leaning over to look at her letter.

She sighed happily. "Perfect, I think he is going to ask to meet me soon!"

"Really? Are you going to?" Meeting Gentleman hadn't even crossed my mind yet.

"Of course!" she said, sounding surprised that I had even asked. "I mean, he better ask me to the Valentines Dance next week, 'Sensitive Soul' asked Alice this morning."

"He did?" I balked at her. All the sudden I got really nervous. Was Gentleman going to ask me to the dance? Did I even want to go? Would he be disappointed when he found out it was me?

My train of thought was interrupted when Alice plopped down into the seat next to me.

"Good afternoon!" she sang, taking a big bite of her pizza. Her smile didn't fade even as she was chewing.

I cleared my throat loudly, signaling to her that she better tell me about the dance. She knew what I meant right away.

"Yes, he did ask me to the dance," she said in a dragged out voice, even though I knew she was giddy with excitement.

"Wow," I said slowly. I had a million questions for her, but unfortunately I was interrupted.

"Hey Bella," said Mike, without failing to once again squeeze himself in next to me. I tried to hide the grimace on my face.

"What's up Mike," I replied, reaching into my bag to pull out my candy.

"Oh! Chocolate!" cried Alice, snatching one away from me. "Did Gentleman get you these?" she asked as she unwrapped one.

"Yes?" I said suspiciously, "How did you know?"

She held up a finger while she finished eating the chocolate. "Well," she swallowed, "I know you didn't come to school with any."

"Who's Gentleman?" asked Mike, giving me a hard stare.

"I don't know," I answered honestly, popping a chocolate into my mouth. At least I didn't lie; I really had no idea who he was. He continued to stare at me…it was getting weird.

CHECK! CHECK ONE TWO, CHECK ONE TWO

I turned to see Jessica Stanley, once again bellowing into the microphone at the front of the cafeteria. She looked upset. Oh God, I thought. What is her problem now?

"Can I have EVERYONE'S attention," she said in a snide voice. "The young man who is under the alias, Dynamo Swordsizzle, and you KNOW who you are!" she leered, looking around the cafeteria. "The newspaper staff has gotten numerous complaints about you leaving condoms and KY jelly in people's boxes! If this continues, we will have to take serious action!"

"Wait a minute!" cried Mike from next to me, standing up with his two hands flat on the table. "Dynamo Swordsizzle is a DUDE?!" He looked completely scandalized.

"YES!" Jessica seethed, glaring at Mike. She jumped off the plastic chair and ran out of the cafeteria. Mike stood there for a moment, shaking his head violently as if he was trying to forget something. I decided I didn't want to know. After a moment, he still looked a little disgusted, but otherwise unphased.

"So," he said, sitting back down. "You girls coming to the drive in tonight?"

Oh yeah, I had forgotten that the drive in was tonight. About twice a year, Forks high would shut down the football field and set up a mock drive in theatre for the students. The movies they played were usually pretty lame, but everyone just came to socialize and drink anyways.

"Yeah we're going," Alice answered for us. "Hey Mike, would you be able to pick us up?"

"Sure," Mike responded with a shiteating grin on his face. Rosalie and I shot her a dark look. "What time?"

"7 at Bella's house," replied Alice, taking another bite of her pizza.

"Great! See you then." I didn't watch as he got up from the table because I was too busy glaring at Alice.

"Damnit Alice!" snapped Rosalie, "I don't want to go with him! What did you do that for?"

Alice sighed and rolled her eyes as if we were missing the point. She leaned in closer and motioned for us to do the same.

"If Mike drives…we can drink!" she whispered happily. Rosalie looked confused for a moment, but then broke out into a wide smile.

"Oh oh oh, you are clever!" she sang, giving Alice a high five.

A few minutes later lunch was over, and I had forgotten to get their advice about my letter. "On my own with this one," I grumbled, pulling out a piece of paper once I sat down in my 6th period class.

Dear Gentleman,

Wow, how did you get that candy so fast? I couldn't believe it. But thank you, they are definitely my favorite. )

I've been thinking a lot about you too. I find myself wondering more and more about who you are each day…But as for what types of guy I like, I'm not sure. All day today I've tried to come up with the perfect answer, but in my case there isn't one. All that matters to me, is that there is a connection, and it matters who a person is, not what they look like or where they come from. I guess that's the best answer I can give you.

Blushing Beauty, Box #23

"Alice, I am not wearing that!" I crossed my arms tightly, daring her to fight me on it.

"But Bella! It looks so good on you, and besides, don't you want to look good for Gentleman?"

Damn, she had me.

It was about 6:30, and the girls were at my house getting ready for the drive in movie. Gentleman had left yet another note in my box with only a single cryptic sentence.

I hope you'll be at the movie tonight.

So basically we were both going, which was enough to make me want to crawl in a hole and never come out. Which was silly because it's not like we even knew who each other were.

"Please Bella," Alice begged with her infamous pout face, "Your butt looks perfect in it!"

"She's telling the truth," agreed Rosalie, who was pulling on a dark denim skirt. She of course, looked fabulous.

"Oh fine!" I huffed, reaching for the hem of my shirt to pull it off. I tossed it on the floor and grabbed the navy blue dress from Alice, who was squealing with delight.

"He is going to flip when he sees you in that!" she told me happily.

"Alice," I pulled the dress over my head. "He doesn't even know who I am."

"Of course he doesn't," she answered, but then turned around to bend over into her bag to get her own outfit.

Half hour later we were curled, high heeled, and ready to go. I had to admit that I was glad Alice had made me wear this dress; even I had to admit that I looked hott. We clacked down the stairs loudly, disturbing Charlie who was sitting on the sofa.

He blew out a long whistle. "Well don't you girls look nice," he complimented, giving me a big smile.

"Thanks dad, is Mike here yet?" But once the words left my mouth, I heard an obnoxiously long beep come from the driveway. "I guess so," I mumbled. We all gave Charlie a swift kiss and headed out the door.

Once we walked outside, I could already tell there were about 5 other people in the car. I went straight for the back but Mike rolled down his window and informed me that he saved me the front seat. I grudgingly opened the passenger door and hopped in.

"Hey Bella," he smiled. "You look hott."

"Thanks," I said, a bit uncomfortably. I moved toward the edge of my seat and fixed my gaze out the window. Rosalie and Alice squished into the back and we pulled out of the driveway. The car was noisy with everyone talking and I suddenly couldn't wait until we got there so I could get out.

"Hey Tyler," called Mike, twisting around for a moment. "Get me that bag will ya?" I heard Tyler rummaging for a moment and then saw him holding out a brown paper bag.

"Take it Bella," said Mike with a smirk. I reluctantly grabbed the bag and put it onto my lap. I pulled out a large bottle of Smirnoff, and eyed it curiously.

"It's yours," Mike said. "I got it for you, tell me that's not better than some old bag of candy?" I tried not to roll my eyes, and ignored the sarcastic comment that bubbled to my lips.

"Open it," called Rosalie, leaning up toward my seat. I twisted the cap and took a whiff, cringing back when it stung my nose.

"You first," said Mike.

God he was really annoying. I put the bottle to my mouth and took a large shot. This car ride would be much easier if I was a little drunk, I justified to myself. As expected, the shot burned my throat the entire way down. I wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve and passed it back to Rose. By the time we got to the school, I had probably taken about 4 shots. I was feeling pretty good. We drove onto the field, and ended up parking pretty close to the screen. The movie of the night was Titanic. The teachers always tried to pick movies that we would think were "cool", ignoring the fact that they had already been out for several years.

Once the car came to a full stop, everyone got out and began to pull out chairs from the trunk. Mike, who didn't drink at all during the ride, snatched the bottle from me and took a ridiculously large sip. I quickly went around the back of the car to find Rose and Alice.

I tried to set up my chairs in between the two of them, but somehow I ended up sitting right next to Mike. Feeling that it would be really obvious if I tried to move my seat, I decided to stick it out…well, after I took another shot. Alice was on my other side, giggling hysterically.

"What's so funny?" I asked, whispering because the movie had just started.

"I can't tell you," she said, still chortling. "It's a secret." She picked up a beer that she got from who knows where, and started to chug it. Normally, I probably would have pressed her for information, but the alcohol was impairing my judgment, and all I could do was laugh along with her. When I turned back, I noticed that Mike had scooted his chair even closer to mine. I dealt with it for about half hour, but as soon as he tried to put his arm around me, I reached my limit.

I got up, told everyone I was getting a snack, and headed toward the back of the field. I looked around at all that cars, Gentleman was here somewhere. The thought made me nervously excited. I tried not to stare at everyone too hard as I passed them. The cars were getting closer together and I had to squeeze myself between a silver car and a red car.

"Hey Bella," said a soft voice. My head jerked up instantly. Edward was leaning back casually on the top of his car next to Emmett and Jasper.

"Oh, hey guys, what's up? Enjoying the movie?" I said with a smile. The three of them looked like movie stars about to start filming on a set. I still wasn't used to their good looks because they still seemed to effect me every time I saw them. Even though I was squinting, I could see their pale skin clearly in the darkness.

Edward shrugged his answer to my question. He seemed a little upset. There always was something troubling that boy. "Are you?" he finally said, not meeting my eyes.

"Not particularly," I replied, thinking of Mike. I really didn't want to go back and sit with him. Maybe, I could just hide at the snack bar all night.

"Want to come up here?" asked Edward, as if he could tell what I was thinking. "We've got a great view."

I paused for a moment, but then decided that I did want to.

"Sure," I smiled, "You're doing me a favor you know."

I watched as his face brightened at something I had said, and before I could attempt to climb up, he knelt down and put out his arms. "Come here."

I walked over, wondering what he was going to do. But once I got close enough, he picked me up effortlessly and sat me gently next to him. It all happened within three seconds, and the fast movement left me a little dazed.

"Wow," I said a little breathlessly. Jasper and Emmett laughed loudly at my statement.

"Where are your friends?" asked Emmett, staring at the movie screen.

"Up at the front," I said, pointing towards Mike's car with a scowl. "Everyone's drinking and stuff, it's a little crazy. Thanks for letting me sit here Edward."

"My pleasure," he answered, nudging my shoulder with his, making me laugh. Edward was really a nice guy; maybe I could ask him why he was so quiet in school. But before I could open my mouth, a group of girls walked by, one of them crying.

"He sounded so perfect in his letters," she wailed to her friend. I tried to listen to the rest of their conversation, but they had walked too far away from the car. My heart sunk at hearing those words. She must have just met someone through her personal ads. I immediately thought of Gentleman… was he nothing like his letters? Was he some creep and I didn't even know it? I began to scan the crowd, looking at all the faces.

"Looking for someone?" asked Edward quietly, his breath tickling my ear.

"No," I lied quickly. I felt the blush creeping up my cheeks. I was thankful it was dark so that he couldn't see it.

"Bella!" I heard someone shout frantically. It was Rosalie. "Bella, where did you go?"

"I'm up here!" I shouted, searching the crowd of people for her face. She suddenly appeared a little out of breath. Apparently she had been running.

"Thanks for leaving me back there," she accused. "Mike is puking everywhere, Alice is completely wasted, and all the boys are being assholes." She crossed her arms and glared at me.

"What?" I said shocked, scooting down the windshield. "When did all this happen? Where is Alice now?"

"Still back there, that's why I came to find you; I need you to help me take her home."

"Where is she," said Jasper immediately, jumping off the car. "I'll help you." Emmett followed suit, and once Edward jumped down, made our way back to Mike's car. Sure enough, Alice was dancing around wildly with a beer in her hand.

Jasper walked up to her right away, grabbed her waist gently and took the beer away. Once she saw his face, she visibly brightened and jumped into his arms.

"Jasper!" she cried, holding him tightly. Rose and I shared a confused look at their comfortable embrace. I guess Alice was really affectionate when she was drunk.

"I'll be right back," Jasper told us, leading her away into the crowd.

A retching noise directed our attention to the side of the car. Mike had his hands on his knees, loudly emptying his stomach.

"Oh great," Rosalie mumbled. "There goes our ride."

"We'll take you home," Emmett said to her with a warm smile. We fell into conversation on the way back to their car. Rosalie looked more pleased than she had all evening. I pulled her back for a moment to whisper in her ear.

"Any sign of Built For You?" I asked.

"No," she sighed. "Gentleman?"

"Nope," I shook my head. "I don't know what we were expecting; it's not like they know who we are."

"True," she replied. "But this is fun anyway," she said motioning to Edward and Emmett. I smiled in response. The two boys were much better company than our normal friends.

"Don't worry," said Rosalie pulling me into a hug. "We'll write them nice letters tomorrow morning. Besides, only one more week until the dance."

"They have to ask us first," I mumbled to myself, falling back into step with Edward. He smiled down at me and held open the passenger side door so I could get in. Rose sat with Emmett in the back, leaving room for Alice and Jasper who had disappeared. We weaved our way through the cars and off the field. I distantly saw Alice and Jasper sitting on the curb in the parking lot. They were laughing hysterically and completely oblivious to us until we pulled up the car right in front of them.

Jasper nodded to Edward and then reached down to scoop up Alice, who seemed much calmer than fifteen minutes ago. Once they were in, Edward sped out of the parking lot.

We made it home in about 10 minutes. I noticed about halfway there that I hadn't given him any directions.

"How do you know where you're going?" I asked curiously.

I saw him visibly stiffen, but then compose himself. "Your father is friends with my dad," he replied. "Besides, everyone knows where Chief Swan lives."

"Oh," I said shortly, as my house came into view.

"Thanks for saving us," said Rosalie from the backseat. "We owe you once again."

"Yeah," I agreed, turning to Edward. "You probably think the three of us just attract trouble."

"Something like that," he said softly, his eyes boring into mine. My heartbeat sped up, the atmosphere was really tense all the sudden.

"Bye! Thanks again," I shouted, wanting to escape the intensity of his gaze. I gave him another smile and hopped out of the car. I waited on the pavement till Rose and Alice got out a moment later. We waved to them as they drove out of sight.

Alice was giggling madly, and Rose and I carried her on our shoulders into the house. I didn't want to wake Charlie, so I tried to move her as fast as possible. Luckily she seemed to understand that as well, so her laughing quieted once I opened the door. We got her up the stairs, and I dropped her onto my bed. Rose got a blanket from my closet and draped it over her.

"What is with her?" I whispered. "She has been acting strange lately, don't you think?"

"Definitely," said Rose.

But before we could ask her, her tiny snores filled the silence of the room.